Chapter Thirty-Two: The Bookworm (Seeking Collection and Recommendation)

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  Sweat, a little unexpected today, but it doesn't matter.

  PS: Collection is slowing down, and recommendations are still very low! Little official requests for more firepower ~~

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  Two people came to the table, and at a glance, they saw the couplets on the table, their eyes lit up. The rice paper was densely written with various couplets, they recognized that the upper part was from Yiyun's hand, while the lower part had different fonts, but they didn't consider Weizhao at all, directly thinking it was written by Yin Kong Da Shi, after all, Yiyun often visited Yin Kong Da Shi to discuss couplets.

  Lan'er quickly moved out three stools, hesitating whether to move one for Fu Yang, seeing Yi Yun waved her hand, hastily retreated to the side, and stood beside Xiangqiang.

  Wei Zhao had already made several cuts, but suddenly felt something was off, furrowed his brow and lifted his head, just in time to meet Lan Er's curious gaze.

  The little girl still remembered the time when Wei Xiao scared her so much that she didn't dare to sleep for several days. As soon as she saw Wei Xiao looking over, her face stiffened, her nose wrinkled, and she hummed a sound before turning her head away.

  Wei Xiao smiled slightly and lowered his head again, focusing on carving once more.

  Lan'er saw Wei Zuo didn't respond, and her eyes drifted over again, but she was secretly stealing glances, with a somewhat bashful expression, looking extremely adorable.

  Chu Han looked at the various pairs of objects on the table, his eyes filled with tender emotions as he gazed at Yi Yun's lovely face and slowly sat down.

  With a courteous and playful gaze, he kept circling around Wei Zhao, but what made him spit blood in frustration was that Wei Zhao hadn't even given him a straight look, showing not the slightest awareness that as a fake genius who had been exposed, he should be fleeing in embarrassment!

  Thinking that he actually dared to deceive his dream lover by falsely using the name of Master Yin Kong, and then looking at him sitting there with an air of impunity, playing with small trinkets in a carefree manner, her heart couldn't help but surge with anger!

  However, Chu Han, his arch-nemesis and love rival, was also present. He forcibly suppressed his anger, his eyes blazing with fury as he sat down as well.

  Fu Jiong looked at Feng Youwei's indignant expression, his mouth twitching, and his pale face turned red like a monkey's buttocks. He covered his stomach with both hands, if it wasn't for Wei Zuo Yun speaking up, he estimated that he would have burst out laughing.

  Xiao Yatou was unusually obedient this time, with her small hands gently placed on Wei Zhuo's shoulder, softly kneading.

  Yi Yun glanced over, still seemingly unaware of the surroundings. He lightly sighed and looked at Chu Hanfeng with a courteous smile: "Two young masters, why have you come to my place instead of going to the Buddhist debate scene?"

  Chu Han hadn't spoken yet, when Feng Youli hastily said: "Miss Yinyin probably doesn't know, Brother Chu is quite fond of Buddhist scriptures. Since Master Yin Kong isn't here, he pulled me to your place, Miss, hoping to hear a heavenly melody, and also hopes you won't mind."

  Yi Yun glanced at Chu Han, who looked slightly embarrassed, and smiled lightly, nodding her head: "Two young masters have arrived, Yi Yun will naturally welcome you with open arms, why would I be surprised?"

  Chu Han let out a gentle cough, folded his fan and gently shook it towards Yi Yun, giving her a warm smile. His eyes were filled with affection as he softly said: "For half a month now, I haven't heard the young lady's zither music, food has lost its flavor, sleep hasn't been peaceful... this time, I've intruded."

  She smiled lightly in rhyme, but didn't respond to Chu Han's affection at all.

  Feng Youli gazed at Chu Han's infatuated expression, her face slightly cold. She glanced at Wei Zhao, who was completely absorbed in his own world, and after a moment's thought, she let out a cold laugh. With a smile all over her face, she said: "Hehe, I also wanted to listen to the young lady's zither music, but I think that with the Buddhist ceremony imminent, the young lady probably doesn't have the heart to play the zither now. I see many couplets on your table, why don't we try our hand at composing a few lines to liven things up?"

  Chu Han nodded immediately upon hearing this. Although he was confident that Yi Yun understood his talent, he couldn't help but want to show off in front of the beauty.

  With a slight frown, she seemed to understand the implication of Feng Youli's words. Before she could refuse, Feng Youli took another step forward and said to Wei Zhao, "The three of us seem to be lacking some vitality, why don't you join in as well, brother?"

  The other two people with different expressions also shifted their gaze to Wei Zhao, who had his right hand suspended in mid-air, slightly furrowed his brow, and stared intently at the carving in his hand, where a human figure was vaguely visible. Under the intense gaze of the three people, after a long time, he finally spoke up: "This knife is biased."

  Feng Youli's face immediately turned bright red, burning like a scorching fire! Emotional Wei Xiao furrowed his brow for half a day, deep in thought about the small trinket in his hand. He had an expectant and sincere expression, but it was all just self-inflicted romance!

  Chu Han was slightly stunned, but looking at Feng Youli's puffy face, he also smiled faintly with a gentle flutter of his fan.

  Among the three of them, only Yiyun somewhat understood Weizao. She knew he was intentionally being cold and distant to others, pursing his red lips in a silent, mocking smile.

  A mouthful of words rushed to his throat, but he couldn't spit them out or swallow them. His entire face turned black as if it had been burned for a hundred years, with red undertones and black overtones.

  "Hehe, since Wei brother is not interested, then it's just the three of us." Chu Han glanced at Yi Yun, whose face was as beautiful as jade and even more stunning, and smiled: "I'll go first."

  "Lonely and cold window empty guard sparse"

  Treasure hat, seven words, is a relatively difficult couplet.

  Chu Han finished speaking and once again gazed at Yi Yun with a burning passion, his face filled with deep emotions. For these talented individuals, this was already a bare declaration of love.

  Yiyun's delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her lovely face quickly hiding a smile. Before she could speak, Feng Youli's eyes flashed with anger and admiration as he faced Yiyun and said, "I'm here."

  "A beautiful woman accompanies a lonely man"

  Single-person side, right also counts as neat, but more superficial and straightforward.

  This sentence is a step further than Chu Han's, directly pointing out the meaning of 'accompanying', not like seeking a mate, with a bit of a close relationship.

  Her face was calm and composed, still with a gentle smile as always, saying lightly: "The two young masters are highly talented, but I'm afraid I'm not worthy of them."

  Listening to the three of them brazenly making riddles and seeking love, Wei Zao's whole body felt cold and numb. The stories he had read before about talented men and beautiful women didn't have this kind of thing.

  Chu Han had been prepared but still felt a pang in his heart, and immediately smiled again, saying: "Then I'll come up with another one."

  "A lonely guest staying in a humble abode, guarding an empty window on a cold night"

  Eleven words, still a treasure, but the difficulty has increased greatly. Is Chu Han still unwilling to give up on his feelings for Qian'er and continues to ask her persistently?

  Feng Youli listened with a slight frown, previously ignored by Wei Xiao, this time coupled with Yiyin's refusal, his chest was filled with anger that had accumulated to the extreme. Chu Han's couplet, his brain was hot, for a moment he couldn't think of the next line.

  With a gentle smile, she said, "This time I'll come."

  "Far away from the wrong path, return to the lotus pond and wander freely"

  Also eleven words, walking beside, the work is neat and tidy, the context is more appropriate. Is to persuade Chu Han to return from his mistakes and obtain happiness, directly refused.

  Feng Yuli listened and once again rejected Chu Han, the anger in her heart decreased a bit, her bright red face also gradually cooled down, feeling much better inside.

  He had a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Chu Han with a glance: "This time it's my turn."

  "The moon at the bottom of the water is the same as the moon in the sky"

  This couplet is a difficult match, with the two characters overlapping. However, it is intentionally mocking Chu Han's emotions, implying that the fallen flowers have intention, but the flowing water has no feelings, and the moon in the water, even if you scoop it up again, it's all in vain.

  Chu Han's face turned red with embarrassment, looking at the stunning beauty in front of him, his eyes filled with affection, he whispered: "The one in my eyes is the one in front of me."

  Wei Zhuo's knife had already dared not to carve again, his left hand holding the carved statue uncontrollably trembling, his whole body involuntarily emitting cold air.

  He always thought that bookworms were good at saving face, thin-skinned, but today he found out, wrong, greatly wrong, wrong to the point of flying off the charts. These bookworms have thickened their skin and can do anything.